After the boy had taken a walk
With his dear - deceased - Grandmother,
His feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church,
Wich was giving quite an imposing grandeur.
Partially sunken in the morass if the marshland
All foggy and chronically overcast...-
The ancient house was waiting.

The haunted house lies waiting.

Clockwise the stone flight is spiralling upwards,
But soon the passage becomes too small to get on...-
Even though the boy's now crawling.
Anxiously he attempts to restrain,
But his way back semms to be obstructed:
Gelatinous hearts are linded-up along the walls,
Each of them inseminated - or defiled - by a black tadpole.

A stone lion promises to be the boy's rescue...-
But only, if he eventually...stops running away...from him...